Eternity

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Pearl – drops 
on your upper lip: 
heat – 
of a stand-off 
between 
inside and outside. 

More spiritual 
I become 
forgetting 
the black eye, 
I want to go back 
with empty hands. 

My home 
is far away, 
doorless, 
roofless, 
where dark squints at the moon.